**Ivory **-- You’re right, I don’t get his behavior; why shouldn’t the pots go in the dishwasher, too? (Seriously, that sucks, and I gather this wasn’t a one-time thing… whatever happened to sharing the load?)
{{{Haze}}}
**Rebo **-- yeah, it will be OK with the Gall bladder ::thinks happy thoughts::
Went to a water park with the family today – got the tickets for free as some sort of a “thank you” gesture from the Air Force to its reservists (of which I’m one), which was actually a nice gesture – they reserved the water park just for us (the reservists and families). T’was fun
Everybody have a totally evil Firday the Thirteenth!!
Morning, all. We’re sitting here waiting for the washer & dryer to arrive – they actually gave us a window of “between 11:15 and 2:15,” can you believe it? A three-hour window! That’s less time than Gilligan’s tour!
Ahem. Anyway, on to more important things:
HappybelatedBirthday, Shadow!
And YAY!, Muppet!
{{{Haze}}}
Of course there are house-elves! It’s called us wimmin! My husband not only does the above, he leaves the sink coated with uck. Grease, food, etc. He fails to run the disposal, or if he does, runs it for .25 seconds, which isn’t long enough for it even to get up to chopping speed, rendering it effectively useless. And he leaves the sponge lying in a puddle of dirty water in a dish or the sink somewhere. And yet, oddly, he’s the one who’s fanatical about cleaning the dishes the instant we finish eating. I don’t get it, I really don’t. :rolleyes:
Okay, off to do something constructive. Like eat a yummy pretzel log that Papa Tigs just brought me back from the Amish market. Nom nom!
Say, aren’t process changes supposed to increase effeciency? Reduce labor, cut costs, all that kind of stuff? I guess I really don’t understand business after all.
::chucks ABM degree into fireplace, removes manager hat, reaches for 25 year old polyester McDonalds uniform - Damn, it still reeks of grease::
I tend to clean as I go so most of the time all the pots and pans etc are washed up already. BioTigs PapaTigs makes you nummy stuff to eat so I say he gets some slack. The others however, deserve to be on The List.
Congrats on the job Muppet! YAAAAAAAAAY!!! Rebo just think of all the medicinal ice cream and chocolate. That’ll make it better.
donkeybear if he’s cute he can stay.
I got my do did, which means my haid is all buzzed off now. It feels good. I’ve also been quite productive and am about to get back to work. If I stick with it, I should be done in a couple of hours. Then I can reward myself with beerverage. That is my incentive.
Mine does it, too. It’s called “man clean”* and is genetic. Nothing to do for it.
Happy Birfday, shadow!!!
Tiki Bird is turning out to be a marvelous singer. When we get home in the afternoon and whistle hello to him, he winds up and just sings his little heart out. I think we’ll be able to teach him to talk.
boofae, that kinda stuff just chaps my butt. I don’t know how you keep from strangling her. Maybe it’s that jail thing. One of my AE’s went to the trouble of looking up a flight to Puerto Rico, took the time to turn the online search results into a pdf file, printed it out and then brought that to me and asked me to book it for her on MY company credit card. I just don’t understand why she didn’t just go ahead and book it at the time with her own card.
Fridays the 13th are not good. Our Hurricane Charlie came on Friday the 13th. ::Hunkers down::
Tupug
*Unless you are a gay man. Then you get the clean gene.
{{Haze}} You’ll be back before you know it… also, just think of the fantastic welcome-back appreciatin’ you’ll be getting from The Guy. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it also makes other things… ummm… grow. Yeah, that’s the ticket.
Woo-hoo on the job, Mahna! That’s very exciting. I’m glad they hacked through all the red tape.
House-elves. I think I need house-elves. Mr. Lissar has the same cleaning problem. I think most of the men I know have it, too. If asked to do a kitchen cleaning task, they will do it. Just that. Women in general will finish the tasks and related tasks. My Dad and Attacks Husband are the only guys I know who just keep on cleaning. I’m sure this doesn’t apply to any of the Mumper men, right?
Oh, don’t get me started on “man clean!” Himself takes looooooooooooong showers such that he backs up the drain and causes all the bathmats to get soaked. Then he LEAVES THEM ON THE FLOOR, so that the next morning I step in a soaking cold puddle and have to throw the fucking things into the dryer just so I can have a dry bathmat after my shower–of course, I never overflow the drains because I know how to turn the water volume down and my showers never take longer than ten minutes even when I have to rinse dye out of my lower back length hair.
I am :mad: grrrrrrrrrrr
I spent $150 on the car this morning and I still have to bring it back to have the engine mounts replaced - which could be as much as another $600
as I said, I am :mad: grrrrrrrrrrr
Man Clean—UGH. That is all. (except–is aiming really so difficult?? really??)
Hawkeyeop was in direct opposition to the not going to work plan. He wanted to sign the slip to have FedEx leave the package at the door. (There is an outside door to our apt. building which is left unlocked and an inside door left locked. FedEx can leave stuff inside the first door, but not the second.) Being me, I’m extremely nervous about leaving my first brand new computer inside an unlocked glass door. Hawkeyeop says that I don’t trust people enough. Duh. Trust a bunch of people I don’t know around my $1500 in electronics laying around… Grrr. I ended up going to work, but only with the caveat that if my stuff isn’t there when I get home, it is all HIS fault and he can pay for it. He will of course be on the list for a very very long time. He agreed to those terms. So, :: shrug :: we’ll see what happens.
Wow, I was wrong about the W/D delivery – they gave us a two-hour window, not three, and what’s more, they arrived smack in the middle of the window! They are currently installing them as we speak. w00t!
Hooray for everyone for various things! I’m not a very good mumper, because although I read everything, I usually don’t have anything to say to people.
My meeting is over, he basically said that my 3.25 was low and I needed to work on it, I royally screwed up my interview, and that all the classes I dropped over the years were working against me.
AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH! AGAIN, I SAY, ARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!
I have spent all freakin’ morning try to get a data call completed, but when I run the query it comes back as partial or I get the ol’ “no data to fetch” which is know is complete and utter bullshit. Sometimes I just hate Business Object platforms.
I started out trying to use all the insert the bene IDs of just a few folks as a sample, and got partial data. Then I tried using all the bene IDs that were requested and got NO data. Then I tried doing a union query and STILL got no data to fetch. Then I tried breaking out the IDs in my parameters, and STILL got no data. I’m going to try one more thing and if THAT doesn’t work; screw it, I’ll move on to something else. What a major pain in the ASS!!
I’m so very glad it’s Friday. Tonight I may just have a drinkie poo or six.
In my bachlor days I learned to cook as many dishes as possible while using as few pots and pans as possible. Therefore, in an acomplishment that is quite unusual for a man, I can cook a three item dinner (meat, veg, starch) and not use more than 7 pans tops (not counting the assorted bowls used for microwaving stuffs).
I do fairly well cleaning up after myself but, on the rare occation I miss a pot or pan (by “rare” I mean usual and by “a pot or pan” I mean all of them) my wife is happy to help out and take care of it.
This arrangement works nicely because, and only because, when the lawnmower/car/other car/daughters car/computer/cable/air conditioner/furnace/water heater/home electrical wiring/dishwasher/refrigerator/bath tub p-trap/shower p-trap/swimming pool needs taken care of all she has to do is point and I will be there without debate or question.
Being a reasonable handy man compensates for quite a few of my shortcomings actually. That, plus, she knows how lousy a dish washer I really am (and does not want to have to go back to rewash things).
(Seriously, that sucks, and I gather this wasn’t a one-time thing… whatever happened to sharing the load?)
I just don’t understand why she didn’t just go ahead and book it at the time with her own card.
He wanted to sign the slip to have FedEx leave the package at the door. (There is an outside door to our apt. building which is left unlocked and an inside door left locked. FedEx can leave stuff inside the first door, but not the second.) Being me, I’m extremely nervous about leaving my first brand new computer inside an unlocked glass door. Hawkeyeop says that I don’t trust people enough. Duh. Trust a bunch of people I don’t know around my $1500 in electronics laying around… Grrr. I ended up going to work, but only with the caveat that if my stuff isn’t there when I get home, it is all HIS fault and he can pay for it. He will of course be on the list for a very very long time. He agreed to those terms. So, :: shrug :: we’ll see what happens.